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Too Late For Tears, My Dearest Ex

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1589    |    Released on: 29/10/2026

Delgad

ived with gray skie

y single large suitcase, wearing

crisp blue dress shirt while Brandee sat on our sofa,

the ironing board. "I would, but Brandee's parents' train arrives at noon at the central station, an

and utterly devoid of emotion. "I ordered a car service

ring me a sweet, victorious smile tha

suitcases in the guest room already, and I made the bed with fresh Egyptian cotton she

u will," I r

walked over to me, and l

etting his dry lips graze th

't even

with your simple folks, eat some turkey, and when you come back next Sunday, our household will be

get that, Ju

tcase into the hallway, and walked tow

ee laughing as they gathered their

d and took me down to the lobby, I

e building. You and the b

lobby lounge with a tall, sharply dr

l closing documents two hours ago, the funds have been fully wired into your private escrow

ing shook my

residency at the university medical center next week, and we nee

rage remote. "There are some clothes and old furniture currently inside. The contract states that anything left in the unit

locksmith are arriving at twelve-thirty to change

Thanksgiving, ge

ing black town car, which took me straight

.

Mccar

ickup lane at the central train stat

sen, walked out of the terminal followed

ve belt buckle, while Evelyn dragged two massive le

Evelyn shrieked, runni

m tightly before turning toward me with a

ressive, sweaty grip. "Brandee tells us you manage all the real estate portfolios in that fan

red, feeling a sudden wave of awk

is heavy duffel bag directly at m

f blueberry-scented smoke into the cold air. "Make sure you don't crush my gaming la

heavy bag into the trunk, "the master bedroom is private. You'll be taking the c

atever. Brandee said this place was basical

iled int

the Metropolitan Condos, Evelyn leaned forward from the

ning balance on her condo mortgage last month. That's over a hundred grand! When are you two making it offic

roke out acros

ng wheel so hard my

g crimson. "I told you, Julien and I are just extremely close busine

man spends a hundred grand on another woman while keeping a girlfriend a

eeping a live-in maid who pays the bills w

ed with deep, ac

igent financial manager, that Elyse was a high-earning corp

ight chuckle, and pulled the car into the

bbing their luggage. "Unit 402.

evator up to t

smussen family, holding the heavy bags,

n Ohio, out of m

see what a generous,

the brass key into the lock

k didn'

iggling the

en slide all the wa

dee asked, hovering behind m

," I muttered, sweatin

gain, the door swung

electric drill stood in the doorway, star

es racks and my golf clubs out toward the living room, stacki

opping the luggage onto the floor. "Wh

arcoal coat walked out of the kitchen,

calmly, looking down at his pape

yer. "I live here! Get these men out of my h

a crisp, laminat

orning," Sterling said in a voice that commanded absolute authority. "The previous owner, M

behind me, her voice hi

o the final paragr

remises after twelve o'clock today was deemed abandoned trash. She specifically requested that we c

tanding in the hallway with their rolling

the street before we throw them into the building comp

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Too Late For Tears, My Dearest Ex
Too Late For Tears, My Dearest Ex
“For three years, I handed over eighty percent of my salary to my boyfriend, Julien, believing we were building our future together. He scrutinized every penny, forcing me to walk home in freezing sleet to save forty-five dollars and denying me a forty-dollar space heater. Yet, while I lived like a pauper and my hands bled from washing dishes, I caught him spending nine hundred dollars on luxury gift baskets for our neighbor, Brandee. Worse, I overheard them whispering in the hallway. "You used one hundred and fifty thousand dollars of her savings to pay off my condo loan!" Every skipped meal, every freezing night, and every tear I cried over not visiting my parents had been funneled directly into building a kingdom for his parasite. The illusion of our life together shattered completely. I didn't scream or throw a punch. Instead, I quietly called a cash buyer to sell my condo out from under them and prepared to destroy them completely.”